I CAUGHT MY HUSBAND WITH MY BEST FRIEND, BUT WHAT I DID NEXT SCHOCKED EVERYONE.
EPISODE 1
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My name is Loveth, and I’m 28 years old. I believed I had the kind of life every woman dreamed of. I was married to a handsome man named Dave, and I had a best friend named Sharon who had been by my side since we were kids. We did everything together—primary school, secondary school, even shared a room during university days. So, when I got married to Dave, it felt only right that Sharon would be like a sister in my new home.
Dave was charming and always full of smiles. He would help in the kitchen sometimes, take me on weekend outings, and randomly bring me flowers. Whenever I posted him on Facebook, girls would comment, “God when?” I always smiled and replied, “God did.”
Sharon was always around too. She would come over to cook with me, gist with me, and even help me when I was tired. If I had a small fight with Dave, she would say, “Don’t worry, he’s just stressed. You two are perfect together.” I trusted her more than I trusted anyone. She even had her own drawer in our house where she kept clothes, in case she slept over. I loved her like blood.
But something didn’t feel right after a while.
Dave started changing. At first, it was small. He began locking his phone with a new password. He would receive calls and walk out of the room to answer them. Sometimes, he would say he was going for a work meeting, but return late at night without smelling like work. Once, I called his office and they said he didn’t come in that day. I asked him, and he said they must have made a mistake. I believed him because… well, I loved him.
Sharon also changed. She stopped sleeping over and became more secretive. One day, I noticed she was wearing the perfume Dave got for me last Christmas. I asked her about it and she laughed, saying, “Ah ah, Loveth, am I not your sister? You can’t share perfume again?” I forced a smile, but my heart was whispering, “Something is wrong.”
The signs kept growing. One evening, I was sick and couldn’t go to the market. Dave said he would go, and I gave him a short list. Thirty minutes later, Sharon called me and said she was just passing by the market. I told her Dave had just gone there. She paused and said, “Oh really? I didn’t see him o…” But I could hear background noise—like she was also there. That day, I began connecting dots, but I had no proof.
A week later, something strange happened. I saw Sharon’s WhatsApp status. She had posted a plate of food that looked just like what I cooked at home the night before. Same plate. Same spoon. Same exact style. I asked her jokingly, “You’ve started copying my plating style?” She laughed it off, but my mind said, “Loveth, shine your eyes.”
Then came the final straw.
One Saturday morning, Dave told me he was traveling to Lagos for a company seminar. He packed a small bag and left after breakfast. That evening, I cooked egusi soup and pounded yam and decided to surprise Sharon. I hadn’t seen her in a while, and I thought maybe we could talk. I didn’t call her. I wanted it to be a sweet surprise.
I got to her house around 7:30 PM. It was getting dark. I knocked. No answer. I called her name softly. Still silence. Something told me to check the door. I pushed gently—and it opened.
What I saw inside will never leave my memory.
Dave—my husband—and Sharon—my best friend—were sitting on the sofa, both half naked. Sharon wore only a short towel, and Dave had no shirt on. They were laughing and watching a movie. I stood there, frozen. My hands were still holding the food flask.
They didn’t see me immediately. But when I dropped the flask, it made a loud sound.
They both turned.
Dave’s eyes widened. Sharon’s face drained of all color.
I wanted to scream, but no voice came out.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t shout. I didn’t even curse them. I just looked at them and asked in a calm voice:
“So this is what you both have been doing behind my back?”
Dave stammered, “Loveth… I can explain…”
Sharon burst into tears, “It’s not what you think—”
I turned away.
I walked out slowly. My legs were shaking, but I didn’t fall. I walked into the night, heartbroken, betrayed, and shattered. But as I got home and closed my door, I whispered to myself,
“You will not fight like a fool. You will fight smart. You will win, Loveth. You will win.”
And that was when my revenge plan began to form.
I CAUGHT MY HUSBAND WITH MY BEST FRIEND, BUT WHAT I DID NEXT SCHOCKED EVERYONE.
EPISODE 1
FOLLOW ME Justina's Stories
My name is Loveth, and I’m 28 years old. I believed I had the kind of life every woman dreamed of. I was married to a handsome man named Dave, and I had a best friend named Sharon who had been by my side since we were kids. We did everything together—primary school, secondary school, even shared a room during university days. So, when I got married to Dave, it felt only right that Sharon would be like a sister in my new home.
Dave was charming and always full of smiles. He would help in the kitchen sometimes, take me on weekend outings, and randomly bring me flowers. Whenever I posted him on Facebook, girls would comment, “God when?” I always smiled and replied, “God did.”
Sharon was always around too. She would come over to cook with me, gist with me, and even help me when I was tired. If I had a small fight with Dave, she would say, “Don’t worry, he’s just stressed. You two are perfect together.” I trusted her more than I trusted anyone. She even had her own drawer in our house where she kept clothes, in case she slept over. I loved her like blood.
But something didn’t feel right after a while.
Dave started changing. At first, it was small. He began locking his phone with a new password. He would receive calls and walk out of the room to answer them. Sometimes, he would say he was going for a work meeting, but return late at night without smelling like work. Once, I called his office and they said he didn’t come in that day. I asked him, and he said they must have made a mistake. I believed him because… well, I loved him.
Sharon also changed. She stopped sleeping over and became more secretive. One day, I noticed she was wearing the perfume Dave got for me last Christmas. I asked her about it and she laughed, saying, “Ah ah, Loveth, am I not your sister? You can’t share perfume again?” I forced a smile, but my heart was whispering, “Something is wrong.”
The signs kept growing. One evening, I was sick and couldn’t go to the market. Dave said he would go, and I gave him a short list. Thirty minutes later, Sharon called me and said she was just passing by the market. I told her Dave had just gone there. She paused and said, “Oh really? I didn’t see him o…” But I could hear background noise—like she was also there. That day, I began connecting dots, but I had no proof.
A week later, something strange happened. I saw Sharon’s WhatsApp status. She had posted a plate of food that looked just like what I cooked at home the night before. Same plate. Same spoon. Same exact style. I asked her jokingly, “You’ve started copying my plating style?” She laughed it off, but my mind said, “Loveth, shine your eyes.”
Then came the final straw.
One Saturday morning, Dave told me he was traveling to Lagos for a company seminar. He packed a small bag and left after breakfast. That evening, I cooked egusi soup and pounded yam and decided to surprise Sharon. I hadn’t seen her in a while, and I thought maybe we could talk. I didn’t call her. I wanted it to be a sweet surprise.
I got to her house around 7:30 PM. It was getting dark. I knocked. No answer. I called her name softly. Still silence. Something told me to check the door. I pushed gently—and it opened.
What I saw inside will never leave my memory.
Dave—my husband—and Sharon—my best friend—were sitting on the sofa, both half naked. Sharon wore only a short towel, and Dave had no shirt on. They were laughing and watching a movie. I stood there, frozen. My hands were still holding the food flask.
They didn’t see me immediately. But when I dropped the flask, it made a loud sound.
They both turned.
Dave’s eyes widened. Sharon’s face drained of all color.
I wanted to scream, but no voice came out.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t shout. I didn’t even curse them. I just looked at them and asked in a calm voice:
“So this is what you both have been doing behind my back?”
Dave stammered, “Loveth… I can explain…”
Sharon burst into tears, “It’s not what you think—”
I turned away.
I walked out slowly. My legs were shaking, but I didn’t fall. I walked into the night, heartbroken, betrayed, and shattered. But as I got home and closed my door, I whispered to myself,
“You will not fight like a fool. You will fight smart. You will win, Loveth. You will win.”
And that was when my revenge plan began to form.
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